Eye of the Storm (Hudson 3)

She turned away and started to leave.

"Don't you dare leave this room," I screamed.

She turned back.

"Maybe after a night's rest, you'll have a better

attitude." she said. "Oh," she added, smiling. "I had a

perfectly wonderful evening with Grant."

"You weren't with Grant. You'll never be with

Grant!" I yelled as she closed the door slowly and

clicked off the light. "Aunt Victoria!"

Her heels clicked away.

I turned and fumbled for the phone, but when I

lifted it from the cradle. I heard only silence. There

was no dial tone. Why did she have this disconnected?

Did she imagine Grandmother Hudson was going to

use it?

Madness.

I'm drowning in her madness. I thought in a

panic.

I swept the phone off the night stand and it

banged and bounced on the floor.

Did I have the strength to start back

downstairs? And what would I do when I got there? I groaned and lowered my head to the pillow.

What had I done? I had separated myself from my

wheelchair, my only way to move myself about and I

had trapped myself even deeper in this pit, like

someone in a straitjacket, turning and twisting and in

doing so, making it tighter and tighter until I could

barely move.

.

I slept through the remainder of the night. The